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Congratulations to Holly Bazan! (Hi, Holly!)

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The Saturday before Easter, Grandma June drove all of us kiddos to county roads and handed us large lawn and leaf bags before we hopped out of the car. We spent the next hour selecting the choicest flowers and clover, throwing them into our bags. When we celebrated Easter at Grandma’s house we always made Easter nests. Even though it’s technically illegal, Grandma June always let us pick a few blue bonnets. She would walk out to the middle of the street stationed as our look out, and yell, “Hurry, hurry! I think someone’s coming!” as we stashed a few flowers into our bags.

The Saturday before Easter, Grandma June drove all of us kiddos to county roads and handed us large lawn and leaf bags before we hopped out of the car. We spent the next hour selecting the choicest flowers and clover, throwing them into our bags. When we celebrated Easter at Grandma’s house we always made Easter nests. Even though it’s technically illegal, Grandma June always let us pick a few blue bonnets. She would walk out to the middle of the street stationed as our look out, and yell, “Hurry, hurry! I think someone’s coming!” as we stashed a few flowers into our bags.

Once home we arranged our clover into donut shaped nests on Grandma’a patio. Then we carefully decorated our nest with picked flowers weaving the stems through the green clover: Indian paint brushes, Queen Anne’s lace, Primrose, Greenthreads, Winecups, and the beloved Texas Bluebonnet.

Our nests sat on the patio in the order of our birth. First Ryan’s then Christopher’s, mine, Matt’s, Kelly’s, Brandon’s, and lastly Aaron and Adam’s.

Grandpa placed a purple thistle in the center of each nest. He reminded us that the Easter bunny searching for a place to rest would sit on our nests, but instead of finding comfort would find a thistle. The thistle would make the bunny pop up leaving an Easter basket in his wake.

On Sunday morning after the sunrise service, we would run from the car to see if our nests worked. The Bunny never let us down.

Holly, send me an email with the subject line A Homemade Year, and be sure to include your mailing address, and I’ll pop it in the mail right away.

Happy Easter, all. Praying for a deep sense of new life in your life, whatever that means in this season.

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  • Kelly - Reply

    April 14, 2013 at 1:34 am

    So blessed by your beautiful stories and testamonies of lessons learned and growth on your journey!

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